MILE HIGH

68

“Hey.” He smiles, his hand intertwined with his wife’s.

“Hey, Stevie,” Logan adds with a slight wave.

“Hey, guys. Logan, you look beautiful. Green is your color.”

“I can say the same about you and blue. You look great. Are you two having a good time?”

“Yes. This place is amazing.”

Maddison and Logan’s eyes bounce between Ryan and me before I realize they haven’t been introduced. This is strange. Usually, my brother is the one everyone knows, and I’m the tag-along sister.

“Oh, my bad.” I turn towards my Ryan. “Ryan, this is Maddison, he’s the captain for the Raptors, and this is Logan.” I motion to the beauty with red hair. “They live in our building. And this is my brother, Ryan Shay.”

Logan’s cheeks turn a slight shade of rose. “I was going to come over here and pretend like I don’t know who you are, but the truth is, I’m a huge fan.”

Ryan laughs. “You’re married to the captain of the best hockey team in the league right now, and you’re a fan of mine?”

“Bullshit, right?” Maddison adds with sarcasm.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Logan begins. “I’m a hockey fan now, but basketball is my first love.”

Ryan clinks his bottle with Logan’s champagne flute. “My kind of people.”

“Well, we wanted to come over and say thank you guys for coming,” Maddison cuts in. “And Ryan, I saw you donated your family tickets and a one-on-one coaching session to the silent auction. That’s awesome, man, thank you.”

“Absolutely. Glad I could help out. This foundation you created is pretty f*****g cool.”

“Well, actually, it’s not just me—” someone interrupts Maddison mid-sentence, whispering in his ear.

“That’s my cue,” Maddison says. “Be right back, baby.” He kisses his wife before following the man who interrupted him.

“Good luck!” Logan calls out before sliding around the table to stand next to me, both of us facing the stage where Maddison is headed.

“Shay!” Dom calls out from the bar.

Ryan knocks my shoulder. “You good?” I nod in response. “Nice to meet you, Logan.”

“You too,” she says before my brother takes off to hang out with his teammates.

Maddison takes the stage with the guy who swept him away.

“Who is that?” I ask Logan, only the two of us left at the high-top table, less than ten feet away from the stage.

“That’s Rich.” Logan rolls her eyes. “He’s Eli and Zee’s manager, and he’s the worst. I mean, he’s made the boys a ton of money, but morally, I’m not a fan.”

Watching Zanders take the stage with Maddison, my brows knit in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, they’re just going to do a welcome speech and thank everyone for coming out.”

“Zanders too?”

“Of course.” Logan lightly laughs. “He’s half of Active Minds. He and Eli started the foundation together four years ago.”

My lips slightly part. “What?” My stare is glued on the beautiful man on the stage as he gets prepped with a microphone.

“You didn’t know? He didn’t tell you?”

Shaking my head, I tell Logan no.

“He’s the person who got Eli into therapy back when we were in college, and he’s really passionate about helping kids find the support they need too. If it weren’t for Zee, I don’t know that Eli would be the man he is today.”

Fuck.

Fuck. f**k. f**k.

I’m not ready to know this side of Zanders. I’m already fighting off my feelings. I don’t need to know he’s entirely self-aware and an activist when it comes to mental health.

My mouth feels dry as I try to swallow, so I chug the rest of my beer, needing the liquid as well as the courage.

“People meet him, or they hear about him in the tabloids or news, and they think they know him,” Logan continues. “They think they need to change him. Women try to change him. People assume he needs some huge development as a person, but the truth is Zee is an amazing guy, and he always has been. He’s the best friend to us, he treats our kids as his own, and he’s extremely protective. He loves hard and cares about his people like you wouldn’t believe. So, there’s nothing about him that needs to change. He just needs someone to accept who he is and appreciate what he brings to the table. He’s always going to be arrogant and unapologetic and blunt as hell, but those are things that make him who he is. He just needs someone to see who he already is and meet him there.”

My eyes stay glued to the stage as Maddison and Zanders approach the front, but my heart is beating a mile a minute.

“He needs someone to protect him too.”

Don’t blink. Don’t blink. Don’t blink.

There’s a bit of moisture forming at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t know why. I just feel overwhelmed at this moment, learning about a massive part of who Zanders is.

One thing I find solace in when it comes to Zanders is his inability to lie. I’ve been lied to more times than I’d like to admit, but with Zanders, it’s been entirely freeing knowing that he’s going to say exactly what’s on his mind. But here he is, lying about who he is, and regardless of him lying to hide an amazing part of his life, it throws me off in an unexpected way.

Why doesn’t he let people see this side to him?

“Why didn’t he say anything?” I whisper, but my question is too quiet for Logan to hear.

I’m wholly glued in as Zanders and Maddison give their welcome speech. And during that speech, I learn all about the turning point in their lives that caused both the boys to get into therapy. And although Zanders doesn’t refer to his mother as the reason he felt so angry twelve years ago, I know she’s the reason why he felt abandoned.

They touch on their bond and how they were once hated rivals growing up, but their journey to find mental freedom is what caused them to connect and grow the friendship they have now.

They speak on behalf of some of the kids in their organization who have benefited from the donations they’ve collected over the years and where tonight’s donations will go.

But even after their speeches, I still have one major, looming question.

Why doesn’t Zanders let people see this side to him?